Plainsong - Dave Cousins

I found a curious place born of emptiness

The silent solitude of the evening sky

Sycamore seeds scatter life on winter days

The robin and the wren break bread in thankfulness

Ever will I rest

Sadly as I weep

Close against your breast

Soundly when I sleep

I hear an ancient air sung with tenderness

A gentle ambient sound full of innocence

Shape-notes of a plainsong hymn through the chapel walls

Green for Epiphany, gold for Trinity

Come my little darling with your deep-set eyes

The dragonfly will rest on your fingertips

The lightest of touch to celebrate the past

In porcelain, paint and wood, then cast aside